Surrender to Temptation Part II: Tempted to Rebel

by Jameson, Lauren

  “I thought that I could use my safe word?” My voice was breathless. I tried to hold still.

  Dammit, I wanted that sharp sting on my ass.

  Zach paused, and I could feel the darkness that descended upon him from time to time thickening the air around us. Finally he spoke, and he was as serious as I had ever heard him.

  “You may use the safe word, and I will stop.” Something in his tone told me that what he was saying was of great importance to him. “But I need you to understand that you can trust me. The entire point of all of this is for you to trust me. I will push you past your limits, and I will take you to places within yourself that you never knew existed. But to do that, you must trust me.”

  I understood. If I used my safe words, this—whatever this was—was over.

  I was terrified.

  I wanted him anyway.

  I found that my throat had dried up so that I couldn’t speak. Instead I arched my back, raising my ass higher in surrender.

  Zach’s sharp intake of breath sounded loudly in the thick air of the room.

  “I am going to give you twelve blows, six to each cheek.” His voice was tense with excitement. I sucked in more air than my lungs could hold, nerves skittering over my skin.

  Twelve blows? Surely that was excessive?

  “One.” Before I could argue or plead, the first blow landed on my right cheek, the sound of his open palm striking my flesh a crack as loud as thunder.

  “Aah!” The skin where he had struck burned. I shifted awkwardly, uncomfortably aware of the discomfort.

  “Two.” His open hand landed on my other cheek. I cried out again as heat suffused my skin.

  Three. Four. Nine. Ten. I counted each cry that I made as the blows fell, my skin burning hotter with every one. I thought that twelve would never come.

  “Twelve!” I began to shake as he finished, not from an overdose of pain but from the onslaught of emotions that had overtaken me. I was embarrassed, and excited, and angry, and above all aroused. From above me I could hear Zach’s breath, which was coming fast and heavy. I could feel his cock beneath me, and the unmistakable rigidity of his erection.

  “Your ass is so pretty and pink right now.” Inexplicably, my spirits lifted at Zach’s praise. I had pleased him, and that in turn pleased me.

  I began to squirm again, knowing that his eyes traveled over the blushing skin of my behind. The blows had reverberated through me, and I was wetter than I had ever been, desperate for his touch.

  “Do you know why you needed to be spanked, Devon?” Catching my panties in his fingers again, Zach pulled lightly. I gasped as the material pressed tightly over my clit, which by that point was engorged and sensitive.

  “Yes . . . no.” He pulled again, this time sliding the material up and back. I gasped as it dragged along my clit, the crack of my ass, and then was pulled back the other way.

  “Zach . . . please.” I pressed against the mind-numbing sensation. When I moved greedily he stilled, and I could feel his stern disapproval.

  “You’re going to have to learn to trust me, Devon.”

  A sob caught in my throat. I had never been so overwhelmed, so full of need.

  Only once I was again still did Zach resume his actions, tugging my panties this way and that, stimulating my clit and spreading the sensation all the way through to my other, forbidden entrance.

  “I spanked you because you disobeyed me. You need to realize that when I give you an order, I have a reason.” With one hand he continued to tug at the cloth of my panties, teasing my clit. The other nuzzled through the damp curls beneath the cotton and deftly parted my folds.

  His finger slipped inside of me, sampling my heat. I choked on my moan as he began to move inside of me with that finger in the way I wished he would with his cock.

  “You . . . seemed . . . to like it . . . at the time.” I was panting, my body beginning to clench in anticipation of a delicious release that I had only ever experienced with him. As soon as I spoke, his fingers stilled.

  “You have a smart mouth, my little minx.” He withdrew his fingers completely.

  I could have cried. I was beyond frustrated.

  “I told you to hold still because I wanted to take care of your pleasure first.” His voice was a quiet admonition, and his words made my heartbeat skip.

  He sounded so matter-of-fact, his words so simple, that I felt foolish for my earlier actions.

  “You must trust that when I give you a command, there is a reason behind it.” One finger teased back underneath the elastic of my panties. Though I understood his words, and heard the importance in them, in that moment I would have done anything, said anything, to feel his touch.

  “Now, do you agree to these terms, or shall I get the paddle so that we can discuss it some more?”

  I squeaked again. Even though I heard the wry humor in his voice, I wasn’t entirely sure that he was joking.

  “I agree.” My voice was soft, and as I spoke the words aloud, I felt my muscles go lax. It felt surprisingly good, this conscious decision to cede control to Zach, who so clearly wanted it.

  Needed it.

  “Devon.” My name was whispered like a prayer. Clasping me around my breasts and behind my knees, Zach lifted me from his lap. Cradling me in his arms—arms that I couldn’t help but notice were rippling with muscles as he carried me—he placed me back down on the bed on all fours.

  “Don’t move.” The fabric beneath me was cool to the touch. I burrowed my cheek against its softness, suddenly shy and with no clue what to do next.

  I felt the tickle of one finger, tracing down the length of my spine and into the cleft between my buttocks. A delicate, teasing touch smoothed over the heated skin of my ass. A finger ran underneath the elastic along either side of my bikini underwear.

  Snap. One hard tug and the elastics snapped. I reared up, but Zach’s hand on the small of my back pushed me gently back down.

  “Hold still. Feel.” With one hand on my belly, one on my back, Zach began to glide the fabric back and forth through my cleft. Without the elastic attaching the sides he could move it more freely, targeting every sweet spot between my legs, which he did without mercy.

  The fabric caught, tugged, pulled at my sensitive flesh. My breath began to come faster, my heart beat to speed up. A flush of arousal settled over my entire body, and my hips began to rock in time with the movement.

  “Come for me, Devon.” I shivered all over, feeling something dark and needy coil low in my belly. Zach continued to manipulate my flesh with the taut fabric of the panties that he had torn right off of my body, and I pressed back against the pressure.

  “Oh. Oh, I . . .” My words caught in my throat when the cloth pressed against the edge of my clit. The sharp, quick tug from Zach’s deft touch made me cry out loud, and then the pressure that had coiled was springing free, flooding my body with bliss.

  “Fuck.” Dropping the panties, Zach’s hands slid over my hips and up, cupping my breasts where my torso hung over the bed as I shivered. Clasping the nipples in his fingers, he pinched, adding another shock wave to my release. “You have the most beautiful fucking breasts, Devon. Everything about you is beautiful.”

  “What?” I couldn’t think, wasn’t sure that I had heard him properly. With another pinch to the erect peaks of my breasts, Zach moved back, climbing off the bed. I groaned, the edge taken off my hunger, but not even close to satiated.

  I heard the rip of a condom wrapper, and then the drawn-out hiss of his breath as he rolled the latex over his length. I squeezed my eyes shut and pictured his talented fingers sliding down the length of his own cock, and felt my pussy clench in response.

  “I want to be inside you.” Standing behind me, Zach clasped my hips in his hands and drew me back until my ass was snug against his pelvis. I pr
essed back, savoring the sensation of his cooler skin against the fire of my bottom.

  “I want you inside of me.” Pressing my breasts against the bed, my palms flat on either side of my shoulders, I raised my ass up to give him easier access. “Please, Zach. Now.”

  “Look at that pretty cunt.” Without warning, he bent and swiped a tongue through my wet folds. I moaned, wriggling to position myself closer.

  “I want to bury my face between your thighs, little minx. I want to savor the taste of you.” His breathing was ragged as he stood. Parting the cheeks of my ass with his hands, his cock slid through the division of my ass, then he positioned himself at the slick entrance to my pussy.

  “I’m too eager to be inside of you to take my time right now. But soon I’ll fuck you with my mouth, with my tongue.” I had never been spoken to like this, never been treated as if my body was something that could so delight another person.

  I thrilled to it.

  I loved it.

  “Brace yourself.” I had a moment to remember that he wasn’t gentle, and then he was balls deep inside of me, his length and girth stretching me to the point of pain.

  “Fuck!” I had cursed more since meeting Zach than I ever had in my life. There was no other word to describe the sensation of being filled so deeply.

  “Devon.” My name was spoken gutturally, and I reveled in it. I fisted my fingers in the bedding as Zach pulled nearly all the way out of me, and then slammed back in, demanding that I take him entirely.

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I groaned and pushed back against him. He was right—I was tight, and he was large, larger than I could comfortably fit inside of me. I found that the edge of pain that sliced through me as he seated himself again and again, demanding that I open to him, was surprisingly delicious.

  “More.” My vision blurred, and my world narrowed until all I was aware of was the sensation of his body, riding inside of mine. “I want more.”

  “Devon.” This time my name was an oath, and I again felt that I had done something to please him. He began to move faster, slamming himself into me again and again, the heavy weight of his testicles colliding with the still-heated skin of my ass with every thrust.

  “I’m going to come.” He moved faster, harder. My pussy was burning, clenching—I wanted more.

  “Yes!” I wanted it all. Need pulled my skin tight.

  “Get on your knees.”

  I obeyed without thought. Zach clasped me around the waist, one arm banded over my belly, holding me tightly to him, my back to his front. His other hand slid over my hips, between my legs. Slowly, still thrusting inside of me, he worked one finger along the edge of his cock, working it inside of me, making my pussy burn.

  “Oh. Oh!” I was full, so full—full of him. Widening my legs to take as much as I could, I bent at the waist, bracing my palms on the mattress. Zach still held me around the waist, but now he worked his finger in and out with the thrusts of his cock, his knuckle rubbing against my clit with every plunge.

  Though I had already come, the sensations assaulted me, and I ricocheted off the edge of release yet again, crying out loud and not caring who heard.

  As my impossibly full pussy spasmed around him, Zach seated himself inside of me, as deeply as he could go. I tried to push my legs even farther apart, giving him access to my very core as his body was wracked with pleasure and his heat warmed me inside.

  “Devon.” He buried his face in my hair, and his voice was very nearly desperate. “Perfect.”

  Even through the aftershocks of my climax, I felt myself tremble at his words.

  I had never felt perfect. Not even close.

  His orgasm finally receding, Zach stilled, holding me tightly against him. I savored the sensation, the heat, until I felt his release, combined with my own, begin to trickle down the insides of my thighs.

  “Lie down.” Gently he pulled out of me, and I winced, though it wasn’t the discomfort I minded as much as the feeling of emptiness. I did as he told me, curling into the fetal position, my head on a pillow. I watched through heavy eyes as he moved into what looked to be a bathroom, holding the used condom to his cock.

  I couldn’t help but lick my lips at my first view of his naked, hard, perfectly muscled ass.

  His bare feet made soft noises as he padded about on the tile. The toilet flushed—he had disposed of the condom. The faucet turned on, and then he returned, moving toward the bed where I was curled, with a white cloth in his hand.

  “Lie back.” Suddenly shy again, I rolled onto my back, knowing that he would be content with nothing else. Still, I felt exposed—vulnerable, even.

  It was a strange time for me to feel that way, after what I had just let the man do to my body.

  Zach pressed the cloth to my cheek. It was warm and wet. He massaged it over my cheeks, my lips, and the heat helped to ease the ache in my jaw from having him thrust so hard inside of my mouth. “You did so very well.”

  I didn’t know what I had done besides give him access to my body, but nonetheless the praise buoyed me up, as did the near-reverent expression on his face as he massaged the cloth down over my torso.

  When he reached the skin of my labia and began to clean me I hissed, sore from his attentions.

  “Hold still.” He pressed more firmly, and the sting dissipated as the warm cloth soothed my abused flesh.

  The skin that he had dampened cooled in the air when he returned the cloth to the bathroom. I sat up, clutching my knees to my chest in an attempt to ward off the chill.

  Zach sat on the edge of the bed when he returned, staring down at me. Those cerulean eyes of his seemed to hold so many intense emotions, but I couldn’t read a single one of them.

  What did we do now? I had no experience in this sort of thing. Tom and I had dated for months before we’d been intimate, and an adult sleepover was expected by that point in our relationship.

  Zach had asked me to spend the night.

  But we’d also argued.

  I was the first woman that he had brought to this house.

  “Is it . . . may I . . . should I stay?” It was ridiculous to be so awkward with someone who had just played my flesh like a virtuoso, but I felt that I couldn’t just assume, no matter how we desired one another.

  It reminded me that no matter how well this man now knew my body, he was still a virtual stranger to me.

  “Yes.” He paused before speaking any further. I watched as he pulled back the duvet and the flat sheet of the immaculately made bed and slid beneath the covers, somewhat discomfited by the awkwardness he displayed.

  This was Zachariah St. Brenton, the control-freak billionaire. He was supposed to know what to do, all the time.

  He held up the covers, gesturing for me to clamber beneath them. I balked for a moment—it was so strange to be in bed nude. I slept in baggy T-shirts and flannel pajama bottoms, as a rule.

  Well, we were both uncomfortable then.

  I settled back on the pillow. I was hyperaware of Zach beside me, both of us staring at the ceiling, not touching.

  This was ridiculous. He had just been inside of me.

  Going with my gut, I curled onto my side, shuffling over until my head rested on his shoulder. He stiffened for a moment with surprise, then wrapped one arm around me, seeming to relax into the embrace.

  In the now-dark room, I smiled. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of myself on his skin.

  “Good night, Devon.” I thought back over my day briefly, wondering if I would wake up and find that it had all been a dream.

  At that moment, I didn’t care. I snuggled in, drawing warmth from his embrace.

  Chapter Three

  I couldn’t sleep.

  When I had first rolled into his arms, Zach had been stiff and as
uncertain as I was. I knew he wasn’t in the habit of asking the women he entertained to sleep in his bed with him. The tension soon melted from the arms that held me, though, and it was mere minutes before he sighed into the strands of my hair and fell into sleep.

  It was hours later now, and sleep still eluded me. It made me unaccountably happy to be nestled in his arms as he breathed evenly beside me, but I just wasn’t used to being skin to skin with someone as I tried to sleep. Tom had rarely been happy with the prospect of my staying over, and I hadn’t been brave enough to press the issue. Now I found that even though it was Zach’s bed that I was in, I was jealous of my own personal space.

  Besides, I was too hot, pressed right up against him as I was, and I had to pee.

  Rolling onto my back, I looked at the iridescent blue numbers of the clock mounted on the wall across the room. At first I thought that the clock was mocking me, but I blinked several times to clear the sleep from my eyes and found that the number didn’t change.

  It was four thirteen in the morning. I groaned as I realized that I had to work that day. A frisson of uncertainty snaked through me when I realized that I still had to shower and get ready for work . . . and I had to go home first to do it. I could call a cab, I supposed . . . except that I wasn’t entirely sure of where I was.

  It was a really good thing that so far Zach didn’t seem to be an axe murderer, because I kept making ill-advised decisions around him.

  Sighing, I shifted slowly, trying to extricate myself from Zach’s embrace. He rolled over and moaned when I slipped out of his arms. I was tempted to smooth the furrows from his forehead with my hand. They were at war with the otherwise peaceful expression on his face.

  The enigmatic billionaire seemed much more vulnerable in sleep . . . much more human. It was strange to be a witness to it.

  My bladder again called, and I shuffled off to the bathroom. I took care of my personal business before standing and taking a good look around the room with tired eyes.